Note: As you may have guessed, I am very busy with school, so I mainly only post on weekends. I do, however, write during the week, when I have the time (which is usually). Unfortunately this week involved wayyyy too much work, but I managed to write the first chapter of my story "Date Your Senpais." It does have some relation to "Ask Your Senpais," since that's where I got the idea, except it's more of a romance story, then humor in this case. It has some humor in it as well, but not right away. It is also not written in the same format as "Ask Your Senpais." This story is written in a normal format. Anyway, I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

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"GUYS! GUYS! GUESS WHAT!!!" Eiji screamed in a cheerful mood as he walked into the boy's locker room, to find the rest of the regulars. They all looked at him with a blank look. Their faces were still red, and they were still sweating. Ryoma just leaned back on the bench he was sitting on. Some freshman, Horio, Kachirou, and Katsuo, were waiting next to him, so they could walk home with the regulars. Ryoma perferred that they didn't, but they were okay, sometimes. Finally, one of them spoke up. Naturally, it was Momoshiro.

"Nani? OH! DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT TO EAT? Hamburgers would be nice..."

"Afraid not, but this is much better." Sumire Ryuzaki said, coming out of no where. Ryoma sighed. He never understood it. Sakuno, her granddaughter was so nice, but she was so harsh. 'Okay so I admit it, I have a little..tiny crush on Ryuzaki...but that's probably only because she is my closest friend who's a girl...but it's more then that...' He had known that he liked Sakuno as more then a friend for a while now, but he had been able to keep it a secret, or so he thought. But being the slow guy he was, and knowing nothing about romance, he hadn't really told her, or even hinted. He really didn't even know how, if he wanted to.

"What is it, Ryuzaki-sensei?" Oishi asked, trying to be polite.

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE BOY'S LOCKER ROOM?" Momoshiro demanded.

"Well...I have great news for you. You all-" Sumire started.

"AHHH! I WANNA TELL 'EM!" Eiji whined.

"Anyway, you all get to be a part of our next school fundrasier! Isn't that great?" "Heh...sure...so what is it?" Momoshiro asked suspiciously. He knew not to trust her after past experiences.

"Funny you should ask...We're going to be auctioning people off for a date! And I thought, who better then the Seigaku regulars! I mean you're all soooo handsome, and quite popular, and not to menti-" Sumire tried to convince them.

"Stop kissing up." Ryoma interupted. "There is NO way I am doing that."

"Well...I didn't want to do this, but since you forced me...You don't have a choice." Sumire gave an evil grin at them before returning her face to it's normal, calm, front. "WHAT?!" the regulars and the 3 freshman said at once.

"Oh, and you three boys can participate too. It's manditory. Enjoy yourselves." Sumire walked out quickly before any of them could protest. So they ran to Tezuka for some more information. It seems, Sumire was telling the truth.

"fshhhhhh...Tezuka-buchou, there is nothing on this earth that could make me EVER do this!" Kaidoh yelled.

"Do it, or you're kicked off the team." Tezuka responded with no emotion what so ever.

"What about us?" Horio asked.

"If you have any hope of becoming a regular, or just want to stay in this tennis club, you better do it." Tezuka answered cooly again.

Ryoma kicked the ground. 'This has got to be the worst fundrasier, ever.'

Momoshiro smiled as an idea formed in his head. He whispered into Eiji's ear "This is going to be the best fundraiser, ever."

To be continued...

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A/N:
Sorry it's a little short. I hope you like this story though.
I was thinking of making it more of a game show thing, but I felt like doing this instead.
Hope you're not disappointed.

Reviews are enjoyed...

Also:
Nani-what?

Buchou-captin